Monday, 29 July 2019

Available NOW! #singledadseries #newrelease #singledadsofseattle #giveaway

Title: Saved With the Single Dad
Series: The Single Dads of Seattle
Author: Whitley Cox
Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance/Single Dad
Release Date: July 27, 2019


Loving yourself is the first step on the road to healing.


Welcome to Seattle, the Emerald City and home to The Single Dads of Seattle. Ten sexy single fathers who play poker every Saturday night, have each other's backs, love their children without quarter, and hope to one day find love again.
This is Mitch's story ...
Single dad of Seattle, Mitch Benson can't move, can't blink, can't think, let alone do his job and photograph the woman on stage. Every fiber of his body wakes up when Paige McPherson starts to dance. She pours out her heart, bares her grief and pain for the world to see--the same grief and pain that has ruled his every waking moment since his wife passed and left him to raise their daughter alone. Paige is dancing his truth, and in that moment, Mitch knows his life is going to change.
Paige never thought she'd notice a man again, but there's no ignoring Mitch--or the message in the photographs he takes. Learning to dance has reignited her passion for life and shattered the protective shell she's built around her heart. That's not good--no matter what anyone else says, it's her fault she lost her son, and while she's on the healing path, it's a long journey and one she's determined to take alone.
Mitch knows Paige thinks she doesn't deserve a second chance at love, but he can't bear to back away from the one woman who makes him feel alive again. He's willing to fight for their future, whatever it takes.
Paige can't deny her attraction for Mitch, but moving forward means betraying her past. Now she's faced with a new dilemma--quit her job as the head pastry chef at a very prestigious Seattle restaurant and strike off on her own, or stay working for the boss from hell. Paige isn't sure she's ready for all the changes. Can the single dad save her in time? Or will grief and indecision swallow her whole?
**Note: This book can be read as a standalone. It includes lots of steamy scenes, cursing, and of course as with all my books, this has an HEA and no cliffhanger or cheating. If you like single dads who take charge, this book is for you.

5-Star ReviewJust when you think you know how this story will end it changes, or at least it did for me. What I loved is it touches on some very emotional issues that SO many women face...and often others don’t understand. Brought tears to my eyes several times! ~ @help_me_35180 (Bookbub Review)
5-Star ReviewA must-read story that is heartrending and heartwarming.It reaches into your heart, squeezes it multiple times and leaves you in tears. This author is very skilled at putting into words the emotions and psychological status surrounding all types/stages of grief. ~Marti (Amazon Review)
5-Star ReviewAbsolutely loved this book! Mitch and Paige had me hooked from the very beginning. Whitley is my favorite new writer! I can't get enough of her books! ~Mrs.Taz (Amazon Review)
Her lips were soft, and she tasted like sparkling wine as he swept his tongue inside. A moan rose up from the back of her throat. He deepened the kiss, his hands roaming up her back and into the wild curls on the top of her head. He pulled the hair elastic free and threaded his fingers into the dark, tight waves. His blood began to race south and pool between his legs. Undoubtedly, she could probably feel it against her lower belly. 
She pushed her hips against his. 
Oh yeah, she felt it. 
He also knew he wasn’t ready to take it any further than a kiss. 
For one, he didn’t have any condoms on him. 
Two, just last week, Paige had wanted nothing to do with him. If he wanted things between them to be real, which he did, they needed to take things slow.
He’d promised himself that they would go at Paige’s speed, and he intended to keep that promise, no matter how much his balls protested otherwise. 
And three, he knew he was ready to pursue something with Paige, but he also hadn’t dated in years. How did people do it anymore? How did thirty-somethings date? Did people date? Or was it like his mother said, people just jumped into bed with one another and figured out the rest later? There was no wooing, no courting, no getting to know the person before you stripped down in front of them and showed them all your freckles.
He wanted to woo Paige. He wanted to court her and date her and find out exactly what made her tick. They’d both been through a hell of a lot in the last couple of years, and she deserved respect for all that she’d overcome. 
He broke the kiss but held her against him. Both of their chests heaved, and warm puffs of air from her mouth hit his face.
“We’re taking this slow, baby,” he said, pressing his lips to her forehead. “I really like you, and I don’t want to push. Don’t want to rush things.”
He heard her swallow and felt her nod. His fingers were still threaded in her hair, his palm against the back of her head. 
“I like you too,” she whispered. 
Mitch’s heart skipped a beat, and his smile hurt his face. He pulled her away just enough so he could look into her eyes. “Well, that’s just about the best news I’ve heard all day. Possibly all year.”
She worried her plump bottom lip between her teeth. “I’m okay taking it slow … but … ”
He lifted his eyebrows. “Hmm?”
“Can we do that again? I forgot how much I love just kissing.”
Mitch groaned, and his cock lurched against her thigh in protest. “Baby, we can kiss all night if you want to.” Then he dipped his head and took her mouth again, reveling in her little moans and whimpers as she fit perfectly into his arms. 
As if she were meant to be there all along.

A Canadian West Coast baby born and raised, Whitley is married to her high school sweetheart, and together they have two beautiful daughters and a fluffy dog. She spends her days making food that gets thrown on the floor, vacuuming Cheerios out from under the couch and making sure that the dog food doesn't end up in the air conditioner. But when nap time comes, and it's not quite wine o'clock, Whitley sits down, avoids the pile of laundry on the couch, and writes.
A lover of all things decadent; wine, cheese, chocolate and spicy erotic romance, Whitley brings the humorous side of sex, the ridiculous side of relationships and the suspense of everyday life into her stories. With single dads, firefighters, Navy SEALs, mommy wars, body issues, threesomes, bondage and role-playing, these books have everything we need to satisfy the curious kink in all of us.
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Saturday, 27 July 2019

#NewRelease #SingleDadRomance #TheSingleDadsofSeattle #Book3 #Excerpt





SAVED BY THE SINGLE DAD
WHITLEY COX


⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️


5-Star Review
Just when you think you know how this story will end it changes, or at least it did for me. What I loved is it touches on some very emotional issues that SO many women face...and often others don’t understand. Brought tears to my eyes several times! ~ @help_me_35180 (Bookbub Review)

5-Star Review
A must-read story that is heartrending and heartwarming.
It reaches into your heart, squeezes it multiple times and leaves you in tears. This author is very skilled at putting into words the emotions and psychological status surrounding all types/stages of grief. ~Marti (Amazon Review)


5-Star Review
Absolutely loved this book! Mitch and Paige had me hooked from the very beginning. Whitley is my favorite new writer! I can't get enough of her books! 
~Mrs.Taz (Amazon Review)





Genre: Steamy contemporary erotic romance. Single dad rom-com
Available: Amazon and Free in KU
Release Day: July 27, 2019
Series: The Single Dads of Seattle
Volume: 3
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Blurb:
Loving yourself is the first step on the road to healing.

Welcome to Seattle, the Emerald City and home to The Single Dads of Seattle. Ten sexy single fathers who play poker every Saturday night, have each other's backs, love their children without quarter, and hope to one day find love again.
This is Mitch's story ...


Single dad of Seattle, Mitch Benson can't move, can't blink, can't think, let alone do his job and photograph the woman on stage. Every fiber of his body wakes up when Paige McPherson starts to dance. She pours out her heart, bares her grief and pain for the world to see--the same grief and pain that has ruled his every waking moment since his wife passed and left him to raise their daughter alone. Paige is dancing his truth, and in that moment, Mitch knows his life is going to change.

Paige never thought she'd notice a man again, but there's no ignoring Mitch--or the message in the photographs he takes. Learning to dance has reignited her passion for life and shattered the protective shell she's built around her heart. That's not good--no matter what anyone else says, it's her fault she lost her son, and while she's on the healing path, it's a long journey and one she's determined to take alone.

Mitch knows Paige thinks she doesn't deserve a second chance at love, but he can't bear to back away from the one woman who makes him feel alive again. He's willing to fight for their future, whatever it takes.

Paige can't deny her attraction for Mitch, but moving forward means betraying her past. Now she's faced with a new dilemma--quit her job as the head pastry chef at a very prestigious Seattle restaurant and strike off on her own, or stay working for the boss from hell. Paige isn't sure she's ready for all the changes. Can the single dad save her in time? Or will grief and indecision swallow her whole?

**Note: This book can be read as a standalone. It includes lots of steamy scenes, cursing, and of course as with all my books, this has an HEA and no cliffhanger or cheating. If you like single dads who take charge, this book is for you.



Excerpt:
Her lips were soft, and she tasted like sparkling wine as he swept his tongue inside. A moan rose up from the back of her throat. He deepened the kiss, his hands roaming up her back and into the wild curls on the top of her head. He pulled the hair elastic free and threaded his fingers into the dark, tight waves. His blood began to race south and pool between his legs. Undoubtedly, she could probably feel it against her lower belly.
She pushed her hips against his.
Oh yeah, she felt it.
He also knew he wasn’t ready to take it any further than a kiss.
For one, he didn’t have any condoms on him.
Two, just last week, Paige had wanted nothing to do with him. If he wanted things between them to be real, which he did, they needed to take things slow.
He’d promised himself that they would go at Paige’s speed, and he intended to keep that promise, no matter how much his balls protested otherwise.
And three, he knew he was ready to pursue something with Paige, but he also hadn’t dated in years. How did people do it anymore? How did thirty-somethings date? Did people date? Or was it like his mother said, people just jumped into bed with one another and figured out the rest later? There was no wooing, no courting, no getting to know the person before you stripped down in front of them and showed them all your freckles.
He wanted to woo Paige. He wanted to court her and date her and find out exactly what made her tick. They’d both been through a hell of a lot in the last couple of years, and she deserved respect for all that she’d overcome.
He broke the kiss but held her against him. Both of their chests heaved, and warm puffs of air from her mouth hit his face.
“We’re taking this slow, baby,” he said, pressing his lips to her forehead. “I really like you, and I don’t want to push. Don’t want to rush things.”
He heard her swallow and felt her nod. His fingers were still threaded in her hair, his palm against the back of her head.
“I like you too,” she whispered.
Mitch’s heart skipped a beat, and his smile hurt his face. He pulled her away just enough so he could look into her eyes. “Well, that’s just about the best news I’ve heard all day. Possibly all year.”
She worried her plump bottom lip between her teeth. “I’m okay taking it slow … but … ”
He lifted his eyebrows. “Hmm?”
“Can we do that again? I forgot how much I love just kissing.”
Mitch groaned, and his cock lurched against her thigh in protest. “Baby, we can kiss all night if you want to.” Then he dipped his head and took her mouth again, reveling in her little moans and whimpers as she fit perfectly into his arms.
As if she were meant to be there all along.












Thursday, 25 July 2019

#QuickandDirty #BeachReadsGiveway #Swag #Promo #Prizepack



Available on Amazon and FREE in KU

The best way to get over a millionaire is to get under a billionaire.
Humiliated and angry Parker Ryan is ready to erase every last trace of her ex from her mind, body, and soul. Of course she can be adventurous. Exciting. Sexy. No matter what he said. She needs an exorcism, and Tate McAllister and the island of Moorea in Tahiti are just the man and place to do it. Tate is perfect for the job: billionaire resort owner, scuba instructor, philanthropist and, let’s face it, sex god. So maybe the affair isn’t the wisest move when she has to write her damn feature piece and review the hotel, but if he’s ready and willing to wow her in and out of the bedroom for the next ten days, the fling will be worth it. Parker can get the job done and have Tate fulfill all her fantasies, and she won’t, repeat won’t fall in love with the man. 
Even if every part of her wants to.


“You know,” he started, making my head snap up, “I don’t see why we can’t make the most of your time here. Make one another feel good for the next ten days. You said you’re coming off a rough breakup, and I’m unattached. Isn’t it pretty much necessary to have an endless stream of mind-blowing, meaningless sex after you break up with someone?”
An endless stream of mind-blowing, meaningless sex?
No matter how hot the sauna was, my cheeks were hotter.
He moved over on the bench and pushed himself up, his forearms flexing with the weight of having to hold up his body. A second later, he was next to me on the bench.
“I mean, if you say ‘no,’ I’ll obviously respect your decision and back off.” His lips twisted, and he reached out and fingered a strand of my damp hair. “But something tells me you’re not totally sure if you want to say ‘no.’ Am I right?” His voice was dark and low, almost gravelly. It kissed across my skin, licking and biting, tasting and teasing and I wasn’t even touching him.
I swallowed and squeezed my thighs together, biting back a whimper from the ache I felt deep in my belly and my swollen clit.
“Quick and dirty, wasn’t that what you said?” His voice now tortured me. Every word, every syllable sent shards of need directly to my erogenous zones and made them spark alive.
All I could do was nod as I watched a sinfully delicious bead of sweat emerge on his sculpted upper lip. I wanted to lick it off; I wanted to lick every damn inch of the man.
“Well, ten days is quick, and what I’d like to do to you is all kinds of dirty, so . . . ” His eyes flicked up to mine while his hand landed on my bare thigh and squeezed. I inhaled abruptly from the heat of his touch. I couldn’t stop it, I couldn’t control it, they had a bloody life of their own; my eyes drifted down once again to his crotch. I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth and watched as the bulge in his Speedo started to grow, lying thick and eager against his pelvic bone, desperate to break free of its Lycra prison.

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Tuesday, 23 July 2019

Happy Release Day #EmberLeigh #MakeMeLose #RomCom #EroticRomance #NewRelease


HAPPY RELEASE DAY, EMBER LEIGH!!!!

Make Me Loose
Book 1, A Bayshore Novel



Blurb:
Grayson Daly and I aren’t just rivals. We’re enemies.
Born minutes apart on the same day in the same hospital, our parents thought this meant we were somehow destined to be together. We knew were we just destined to beat each other. 
Competition boiled over until junior year, when the cold war turned into an unexpected peace offering. Maybe my hormones allowed me to notice his broad shoulders, stormy gray-blue eyes, and soccer star’s chiseled frame. But after I fell for him…he stomped all over my heart.
Ten years later, I’m at the top of the realty game in Bayshore and Grayson is just a distant memory. Until he shows up from NYC, his ego bigger than a skyscraper, and asks me to sell the house he recently inherited.
It’s easy to say no. Even though I want to climb him like the jungle gyms we used to dangle from in strong arm battles.
But I forgot that Gray doesn’t take no for an answer. And that he isn’t content unless he’s defeating me.
He butts into my evenings on the boat. Ropes me into water skiing battles. Even shows up at the bar and creates a scene when I’m scouting a date to the upcoming Bicentennial Ball.
It’s almost like he’s gunning to win me.
But if he wins, that means I lose.
And I’m not ready to cede victory just yet.

MAKE ME LOSE is a laugh-out-loud small-town rom-com set in a fictional town in the Midwest, right on the shores of Lake Erie! Get to know the Daly brothers of Bayshore (all five of them!) One-click the first installment on Amazon or find it in Kindle Unlimited!




ABOUT EMBER LEIGH:
Ember Leigh has been writing erotic romance novels since she was far too young. A native of northern Ohio, she currently resides near Lake Erie with her Argentinean husband, where they run an Argentinian-American food truck. In addition to romance novels, Ember also writes travel memoirs and occasionally updates a couple of blogs. In her free time, she practices Ashtanga yoga, hops around the world, and eats lots of vegetables. Follow her on Facebook, Instagram, Bookbub, and Amazon.




EXCERPT:

“You can drop me off here.”
 “Hazel, I’m seeing this through.” I step up to her door, hoisting her up on my back one last time. “You know I can’t see our friends again and tell them I didn’t drop you off inside your house after your water-skiing injury.”
She grumbles but fishes a key out of her purse. I bend so she can reach the lock. The door swings open, revealing a spacious, two-story great room. Everything is as immaculate as a showroom, yet distinctly lived in.
“Nice.” I head to the couch and come to my knees so she can slide off. Once I’m gazing back into those mossy green eyes, I can barely remember what I’m supposed to be doing here.
“What?” she asks.
“Your house. It’s exactly what I would expect.”
Hazel seems to have softened a little. Her lips curl up at the edges. “Thanks, I think.”
I push my palm over the edge of her couch, dangerously close to her knee. She crosses her ankles as she settles back into the cushions. My fingertips brush her skin, and I meet her gaze again.
And damn, if the way she’s looking at me right now isn’t making every inch of my body come to attention. Electricity snaps between us; the air grows taut. I trail my fingers over her kneecap, then trace that sensitive hollow behind. Her breath hitches.
So the unshakeable Hazel can be shaken by Gray, even ten years later.
“What are you trying to do?” she asks, a lazy tone to her voice. Like she’s caught somewhere between a dream and distraction.
My heart hammers as my gaze drifts up the sun-kissed expanse of her thigh. Fingertips sizzling from the contact, I trace a slow, invisible pattern over her knee.
I want to be honest with her. I’m trying to fucking kiss her. To reduce this tension in my chest by a fraction. To see if she’ll let me spend the rest of the evening at her side, getting lost in the past as much as the present.
“You know what I’m trying to do,” I say, enjoying the goosepimples blossoming beneath my touch. She’s never been good at fully convincing me she doesn’t like me. Hazel talks a good game, but I know her weaknesses. The area behind her kneecap might as well be an earlobe. I swipe my middle finger over that dip again, watching as her nostrils flare.
“Taking advantage of the woman you mortally wounded out on the lake?” She lifts a brow, but her gaze is on my hand.
I scoff and move my hand away from her. My skin protests the decision. And apparently she does, too. She moves her knee closer to me. My gaze snags on that scrap of fabric covering her pussy—that sweet heat I’d been lucky enough to know once upon a time.
The ball’s in my court right now. I don’t know what to do with so much power. I wonder if she realizes that she lost. The evidence is her prickled skin. Her flushed chest. Her green eyes boring a hole through me.
“There’s nothing wrong with being nice to my new realtor,” I say. It’s a struggle to hide the evil grin that wants to overtake my face, but I manage. I push away from the couch after summoning every last ounce of willpower. “You good here? Or do you need more help tending your loser wounds?”
And then Hazel cocks her head at me, eyes shrinking to slits.
But I see the things she’s trying to hide the most.
Like the start of a smile on those pretty lips.









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Enter to win ebooks, paperbacks, wine glasses, and other cool stuff.
Runs July 16-31
Open to US and Canadian Residents ONLY
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